letra de squidward's blues - chef nav
[hook]
i’m in the deep blue sea with a muthuf-ckin clarinet (what?)
i’d rather play this sh-t than see a f-ckin therapist (ok)
the krusty krab done cut my wage, but don’t care for sh-t
i got a free supply of calamari when my paper thin (my paper thin)
in bikini bottom, ain’t no point in trying sleeping in (nah)
that god d-mn sponge gonna make a ruckus, sometimes i dream he dead (dead)
i’m introverted, man i’m hurtin, though it ain’t a sin. (sin)
i’m oh so lonely, man the music is my only friend (yaaaaaaaaaaa)
[verse]
im on 122 conch street, in the crib (chilling), eyes red like i’m p-ssed but the sativa jus hit (ayy)
i don’t wanna talk about the meaning of sh-t, (what)
feel free to investigate my lyrics, i won’t cease and desist (oh nah)
i got the keys to the whip, it’s an invisible boat mobile (revving noises)
how the f-ck i’m supposed to go find that sh-t and take the wheel (what)
i don’t talk a lot, my body language speak too well (too well)
i gotta hand to give to all my friends, but i can’t help myself. (why?)
i’ve been an anarchist, i light cannabis until i burn myself
in my life i plan to win but will i win if i sell my soul for wealth (wealth)
i gotta fast again, i eat and eat until the comfort k!lls (it k!lls)
call me a pastor chef, i preach and preach until i’m outta meals (ayy)
man i’m awkward as h-ll, ain’t anxiety a b-tch (yep)
i been trying to catch a break, but mr. krabs finna keep my on my shift (what?)
lately i’ve been feeling lost, watching blue dreams blowin’ in the wind (d-mn!)
man i wonder what they cost, i’ve been outta pocket trying to cop a win (ayy)
[hook]
i’m in the deep blue sea with a muthuf-ckin clarinet (what?)
i’d rather play this sh-t than see a f-ckin therapist (ok)
the krusty krab done cut my wage, but don’t care for sh-t
i got a free supply of calamari when my paper thin (my paper thin)
in bikini bottom, ain’t no point in trying sleeping in (nah)
that god d-mn sponge gonna make a ruckus, sometimes i dream he dead (dead)
i’m introverted, man i’m hurtin, though it ain’t a sin. (sin)
i’m oh so lonely, man the music is my only friend (yaaaaaaaaaaa)
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